i know this is pathetic, but this is what happened yesterday, dragging the boys around the charity shop:
frank: please just this one though mum ok?
me: yes, yes, ok........oh my god! are they vintage scales? in baby 1930's blue? oh my god, yes they are...how much? £2? oh my god! *snatching the scales up, fumbling with my purse, throwing the money at the startled old dear at the cash desk*
frank: but what are they for mummy?
me: (vaguely) well, you know, weighing stuff.
frank: but we've already got lego weighing scales.
me: yeah, yeah...look, just don't mention these to daddy ok? let's go and buy an icecream.
i think i may have to start a vintage shop, because this is beginning to be a compulsion. but £2! i mean, how could i not? and as a side note, my husband is perfect in many, many ways, but if i could change just one little tiny thing about him, i'd love him to be into old stuff like i am, he just does NOT get it.